Talk of the devil, and Prisca appeared before my eyes! It had been only minutes since she called, but I had been too distracted—no, disconcerted was more to the point—to notice the passage of time. Read More
Jul 192013
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Jun 252013
It was with that conviction that I launched the next phase of the Prisca Programme. In my notes, I labelled it DEALING WITH THE SIREN, a label open to me alone. The subject was all Read More
Jun 222013
It was unclear to me why I’d been defensive about Prisca to Jemima. Granted, I’d have done the same thing with any other case. Each student—each case—was different; each demanded the same level of confidentiality. Read More
Jun 122013
Rumbling thunder and pealing lightning killed hope of sleep for Prisca. She’d been awake, tossing in bed for the past two hours. It wasn’t raining outside. The lightning and thunder was the start of Peter Read More
May 172013
Nothing I couldn’t handle! That was my huge mistake. If I’d known what events would unfold after that afternoon, I’d never have uttered those fateful words. In doing that, I broke Murphy’s Law and dared Read More
Jan 102013
I walked into the bookshop to check a title for a friend and ended up picking another for myself. It was a small book of just 88 pages coauthored by Michael MacDonald and Titus Ndiritu Read More
Aug 012012
Bayo snatched a glance at his watch, while keeping an eye on the chaos on the expressway in front in case some crazy driver decided to cut in front of him. 11.45! He inwardly groaned Read More
Feb 012011
He walks up to you
Desolation painted on his face
As he tries to smile,
Hunger hugging at
His paunchy stomach,
His raiment in tatters,
Believing his squeegee
And soap can
Will squeeze a few Naira notes
Out of you.